NAMIBIA

The Washed Out, Mud Packed, Less Traveled Road
Every light at Namibia’s Hosea Kutako International airport clicked off simultaneously at 9:00p.m, leaving us waiting for our rental car in a pitch black, blinding rainstorm. We had no luggage, our bags lost somewhere in Johannesburg. After flight delays turned a five-hour trip into ten, only forty-five kilometers separated us from our motel room in Namibia’s capital city of Windhoek.“Drive slowly,” said the rental agent as we piled in to a compact, well used Nissan. “Too much rain has made the potholes very bad.” But we never saw a pothole–only huge, invisible-until-the-last-moment sinkholes that we dodged like landmines. Dark, smudged shapes on the roadside turned out to be people, trudging along like zombies from “Night Of The Living Dead”. Finally, we reached our port in the storm–a twelve by twelve motel room….Read more…